Note the sweet scale

Chapter 215 Do You Love Her That Much?
After packing up the documents and information on the table and putting them into her computer bag, she got up and left the office, while taking out her mobile phone to call Situ Nanke.

"Husband... where are you?"

After all, it was the first time to do advertising planning in person, and Yi Meng was also worried that her lack of experience would mess things up, so she wanted Situ Nanke to help her read the script again.

Her small mouth is naturally very sweet when she asks for him.

On the other end of the phone, there was a smile in Situ Nanke's voice.

"get off work?"

"kindness."

"Go back to the old house and wait for me, I'll be back in a while."

"Then what do you want to eat, I'll buy it for you?"

"No, there are servants in the old house, you just go back."

Yi Meng stepped into the elevator, "My husband, goodbye."

"Goodbye, wife."

Uh? !

He called her... Wife?

The phone was hung up, but Yi Meng stood in the elevator and forgot to press the floor. It was not until another company employee pressed the elevator door and came in that she came back to her senses and hurriedly reached out to press the button for the first floor.

Holding the phone, thinking of the address just now, and recalling how Situ Nanke was holding her hand to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau, her little heart started beating wildly again.

In order to make her feel at ease spending his money, he actually wanted to marry her. Does he... love her so much?

Just thinking about the beauty bubbling in her heart, she didn't notice when the elevator reached the first floor. The elevator door opened, and everyone else went out. She still stood still, and the passenger standing behind her spoke in doubt.

"Miss, are you coming down?"

"what?!"

Yi Meng came back to her senses, only then did she notice that she had reached the first floor, and hurriedly walked out of the elevator.

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……

Burke Group, Office of the President.

The assistant pushed open the door and walked lightly to the large desk, "President."

Behind the desk, Ye Jiangcheng raised his face, "How does the other party reply?"

The assistant shook his head, with some helplessness in his tone, "The middleman said that the other party has already said that no matter how much we add, the owner will not sell it."

The president of the family has spotted this house, but now the owner is refusing to sell it, so what can he do?
"Have you found out who the owner of the house is?" The assistant still shook his head, "The intermediary refused to say anything. I went to the old house to see it. There was only one servant in it, and I didn't see anyone else."

Ye Jiangcheng frowned, raised his hand and waved to him, the assistant backed out and closed the door for him.

Putting the half-read document in his hand on the table, Ye Jiangcheng stood up and walked to the French window, condescendingly watching this familiar yet unfamiliar city.

After a while, he took a deep breath, walked to the table, picked up the mobile phone on the table, and dialed a number.

"Hello, Mr. Ye, what's the matter?"

After a while, Yi Meng's voice rang in his ears, with some murmurs.

"Mengmeng, where are you?"

"I'm in the subway."

"It's like this, I want to... treat you to a meal, and go to see grandma by the way."

"Not today. I have something to do today. Let's go to another day. There are more people on my side, and the signal is not very good. Let's talk another day. Goodbye, Mr. Ye."

After saying goodbye politely, Yi Meng had already hung up the phone.

Ye Jiangcheng snapped his fingers together and held his fingers together. Because of too much force, the mobile phone and the knuckles of his fingers crackled.

Frowning, he turned and walked to the hanger, took the suit jacket on it, opened the door and strode out of the office.

(End of this chapter)